Let Us Search For The Wings of Dreams

This song is so perfect.

LYRICS (ROMAJI):
konna ni no tooku e futari wa kiteshimatte ano koro no
osanai kimi no hohoemi ni mou kaerenai ne
kimi ga warau sekai de suki de
soba ni itai sore dake wasurekaketa itami mou mune ni

 time goes by
toki no nagare wa futari o kaetteyuku keredo
nakushita mono mo yume miru mono mo sono te o totte omoidasu yo
itsumo kimi no soba de

 kanashii koto sae oboeteokitai kara kimi no chizu ni
watashi o tame no peeji o nokoshiteoite ne
mirai kara fukitsukeru kaze o
kimi wa ano hi shinjita ashita wa motto takaku maiagare

 time goes by
toki ga sugitemo kitto kawareru mono ga aru no
todokanai kara mitsuketai kara yume no tsubasa wo sagashi ni yuku
soba ni ite ne
zutto

 time goes by
toki no nagare wa futari o kaetteyuku keredo
nakushita mono mo yume miru mono mo sono te o totte omoidasu yo

 (la la la la la la...)

 time goes by
toki ga sugitemo kitto kawareru mono ga aru no
todokanai kara mitsuketai kara yume no tsubasa wo sagashi ni yuku
soba ni iru yo 
zutto

LYRICS (ENGLISH TRANSLATION):
Even like this, the two of us came from faraway
We can’t return to your smile
From when you were young back then anymore

 I love the world in which you laugh
And I want to be by your side, just that
With pains that I started to forget in my chest

 time goes by
The flow of time changes the two of us
But the things that we’ve lost and things that we dream of, too
I’ll take your hand and remember them
I’m always by your side

 Because I want to remember even the sad things
On your map
Please leave a page for me

 The wind that blows from the future
You believed in it back then
Tomorrow, soar up higher…

 time goes by
Even if time passes, I’m sure that unchanging things exist
Because I can’t reach them, because I want to find them
I’ll go search for the wings of dreams
Please be by my side, forever…

 I’ll be by your side, forever…

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